The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

The car plunged into the dark tunnel, leaving behind the dim street lights one after another. At the same time, it also threw away the endless rise and fall of the sea tide.

The whole auditory world seems to have left a large blank, only the wheels running over the puddles, pearls and jade flying, and nothing else.

The driver was attentive and focused, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and all the muscles in his body were tense. He didn't even dare to raise his head - he was afraid that his eyes would be raised upward, and he would see the crowd through the rearview mirror. Three people in the back seat.

Especially the silver-haired man, or the First Herrscher, who was squeezed in the middle and looked quite restrained. Although he looks harmless now, he is a Herrscher after all, and not long ago, in front of everyone, he just snapped his fingers...

The man in black sitting in the passenger seat was holding a mobile phone that could not send a message no matter what, and his tongue covered with thick blue-gray coating leaked from his mouth.

You can't see any rise and fall in his chest. His body is gradually getting colder, to the point where he is stiff but still at the mercy of others. After three to six hours, the putrefactive bacteria in his intestines will begin to rapidly As it reproduces and grows, a large amount of putrid gases will cause its abdomen to swell, and then those gases will overflow from the mouth, nose, and anus, forming the so-called corpse odor.

But Mikael still fastened his seat belt thoughtfully. After all, one must abide by traffic regulations when driving, even if he turns into a corpse.

Although... it brings with it a certain sense of humorous drama... nay, fear.

The void in the auditory world did not stay long, and was quickly filled with new noise.

It was not the undulating but monotonous sound of the rising and falling waves. It was a symphony of iron and fire mixed together. Although Mikael's hearing was different from ordinary people, with his shallow industrial knowledge, he could only hear the sound. Only a few types can be distinguished——

There was a "clang", as if a huge meteorite hit the earth, and the whole ground trembled. It was the sound of a heavy press.

The other sound was completely different. The volume was not that high, and it did not make the whole earth tremble. It was an intermittent hoarse sound. It is not alone. Accompanying this sound, there are also strange sounds of "GKa" and "GKa", and inexplicable whistles floating in the night sky.

This corresponds to three conditions of the lathe - debris inside the lathe shaft, uneven bearing ring raceways, and insufficient lubricating oil in the lathe.

There were more sounds that Mikael could not recognize, and they all came together, completely covering up the human voice, as if what he was about to enter next was a world of only iron and fire.

It seems that this place is not far from the so-called industrial area, or lower-class area.

Mikael huddled in the middle of the back seat, with an unobstructed view of the situation outside the front windshield. The tunnel is a bit longer than expected, but staring ahead, you can already see the clear light coming from the tunnel entrance.

It only took about ten seconds for the car to chase that light, drive out of the tunnel, and start going downhill.

That is to say, on this long or short downhill road, you can have a panoramic view of most of the city.

It was different from the dark, dirty industrial area that Mikael had imagined. The latter is still up for debate. After all, from such a long distance, there are already various pungent smells coming in through the gaps in the windows and door closures along the wind. Whether it is dirty or not is obvious at a glance.

The light and shadow are completely opposite to what Mikael imagined. Of course it is not dark here, but brightly lit, but it is not the kind that Mikael remembers in the city. It is colorful and can render the black and gray night sky into a crimson color. Neon.

Each factory building has a few insignificant small windows. The clear white light leaks from those small windows, door cracks, and the joint gaps between the container factory buildings. Finally, it flows together, reflecting the night sky like a wave. A dull lake.

Just like on a sunny summer day, there are no surrounding flowers and trees, no stone bridges that have been weathered by wind and rain, and no bumpy stone bridges. There are no noisy figures, just the lake silently reflecting the blue sky.

Just thinking about it this way, if the sky is regarded as the "lake surface", then the world below it is regarded as the reflected "sky"? still……

Thinking about it this way, the world filled with clear white light seemed to be soaked in the lake. It would be great if the buildings standing neatly at intervals could sway like water plants.

Um?

"Those buildings are..."

"Ah. We divided the entire city into square areas. The main body of each unit area is such a [tower]. It is a hundred stories high and has a hundred rooms on each floor. It is divided into four sides according to southeast, northwest and northwest. "There are 100 four-person dormitories in the north, 20 two-bedroom dormitories in the east and west, and 10 single rooms in the south. Theoretically, about 500 people can live on one floor, and 50,000 people can live in one building."

The name Tower...it was hard not to remind Mikael of some early memories.

"Theoretically..."

Mikael suddenly grasped the point.

"A two-bedroom apartment is worth five four-person dormitories, and a single room is worth ten four-person dormitories?"

"Yes, this is theoretically the case. Although most people have lost their families in the collapse, and in the best case are separated from their families, there are always some people who still have their families around them. If they are allowed to live The dormitory is too inhumane - this was a consideration in the design. ”

"What about the single room?"

"Uh...well...you have to give some special treatment to those who have 'outstanding performance' and the 'managers', right?"

"Is this also a consideration during design?"

"Yes."

It seems good. Although equality should be regarded as one of the highest pursuits of mankind, when it is implemented in detail, whether actively or passively, "the differences in the world" are always unavoidable.

But Michael also said it, and emphasized it repeatedly—this was only a design consideration.

"So what's the actual situation?"

"Ahem! If Captain Mikael is so interested, why don't we take the first step to see the tower?"

"It's okay, there aren't many people inside now, Mei, what do you think?"

"Well?"

Seeing Mikael cross her head to ask for her opinion, Mei hurriedly put away her phone and showed a slightly embarrassed smile:

"I have no opinion."

The corners of Mikael's mouth twitched slightly, and then he leaned on the back seat a little slumped - not to mention Mei's chat partner. Where's Ellie? I'm afraid he's with his real body now...

Tsk! This feeling of being jealous of yourself...

After all, even if he knows that he is a clone who will be killed after completing his mission, he is still a living person. He will also feel lonely and long for love and being loved...

Stop it!

He suddenly twisted his thigh violently - now, he could finally understand why the main body was so afraid of his clone.

Because clones are indeed living consciousness, after birth, they will inevitably have spiritual pursuits other than the task. If there happens to be a clone, his other pursuits overwhelm his obsession with completing the task.

Then it is completely normal for him to raise weapons against his own body.

…………

With the certificate from the city hall, the car drove straight to the bottom of the tower without any obstruction.

Mikael and Mei got out of the car first. Mikael gave the driver a lot of instructions. Mikael moved his ears slightly and took in all the words. He made sure that neither of them had any evil intentions and raised his head. neck, looking at this towering building.

The base of the building is a standard square, with a side length of more than 500 meters. As for the height... Mikael cocked his neck and looked up. Except for the red flight warning lights that kept flashing, outlining the shape of the building, the top of the building was hundreds of meters high. It was completely glued to the night sky, and it was impossible to separate it visually.

The building is fully enclosed, with almost no windows except for a few ventilation openings. Instead, there are thick metal armor plates. Every other floor, the armor plate will be clearly segmented.

Mikael guessed that perhaps these armor plates could be retracted inward to expose the balconies on all sides, but for some unknown reason, they were put down [temporarily].

In short, this building is just a thick four-sided iron pillar. At least Mikael can't see any similarity between it and his name, the tower.

"tower……"

In Luluye, the building where the last survivors gathered was named "Tower".

Of course, this is just a coincidence. After all, the incident involved the scandal of the Lichtenstein family and the coalition government. The mission report written by Himiko later was required to be deleted. Only a few of the parties were left with the memory of the tower. .

And they apparently had nothing to do with the naming of such buildings.

It's just... this coincidence seemed to be too much, making Mikael smell something different——

The Mu Continent where Luluye was originally was the place where human civilization was most developed. In a sense, it was the paradise of mankind, just like the Americas now.

The same pick-up at the airport, the same handsome man from the Lichtenstein family who was burdened with contradictions.

The same hidden truth, the same tower...

Even the seasons are the same (Luluye is in the southern hemisphere, Third New Paradise City is in the northern hemisphere)! ! !

one two three four five six……

If you toss a coin six times in a row, the probability of all landing on the same side is not impossible. After all, there have been miracles in this world with a probability of one times ten to the power of negative fifty times. Compared with this, the probability is one in sixty-four. What happens with a probability can be said to happen with a high probability.

But whether it's a coincidence or an arrangement, Mikael can no longer drive this thought out of his mind - in fact... everything in the world is hopelessly reincarnating.

Slightly turning her head, Mei also looked at the invisible dividing line between the tower and the sky. She was half-witnessed what happened to Luluye back then, and she should have communicated with Aldemir later, so she discovered that What a coincidence? What was she thinking?

Mikael instinctively wants to use the power of consciousness to explore. This impulse is as instinctive as breathing for people with spiritual power. Moreover, Mei, as an ordinary person, would not be able to notice the abnormality.

But he didn't do that, and that wasn't just out of respect for his comrades.

Although his clone possesses all of Mikael's memories, just as Hua watched his previous memories recorded by Yu Duchen, he always existed as a third party when looking through those memories.

Because of this, if there is anyone in the world who knows Mikael best, it must not be Mikael himself, not Alicia, but him who knows almost all of Mikael's past, but is not Mikael. The presence.

In his opinion, Mikael's biggest problem is that he has never lived as pure Mikael.

The relationship between him and Yingjie is that of comrades in arms on the outside and family members on the surface, but in the deepest part of his heart, he has never put himself and Yingjie on an equal footing.

Unlike other "people from another world", he does not look down on them from a high position. On the contrary, he always stands at their feet and regards Yingjie as an existence that cannot be surpassed.

Once this happens, he will naturally imitate Yingjie and even some people later.

So, he no longer lives as Mikael, but as a substitute for Alicia, a substitute for Kevin, a substitute for Mei, or even as that person...

He spends most of his time thinking about "What do they want?" and "What will they do in such a situation?"

He rarely really listens to his heart - "What do I want?" and "What do I want to do?"

It is precisely because of this need that he sometimes can't resist the urge to use the power of knowledge to understand their thoughts.

He always overlapped his steps with these people, and always curled up in the shadows they cast, which allowed him to walk to the present smoothly, but it was also destined that he could not surpass them.

After all, the people he imitated only existed as Ikaros, and they could not touch the real sun.

And Mikael, who had been shrinking in their shadows, could only fly to the height of Ikaros again at best, but could not surpass it.

Thinking of this, the clone couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile, which was both self-mockery, but the object of ridicule was not entirely himself.

Did the original body realize this now?

The clone didn't dare to confirm it, because even for him, the original body still concealed some memories, especially the memories of the past two years.

After those memories were forcibly "deducted", there were more or less clear blanks. If he was interested, he might as well use this outline to try to depict the real purpose of the original body hidden behind it.

But the clone was also a little tired, and didn't want to waste his energy on an ending that he was destined not to see.

"Are you done?"

He suddenly turned around and urged.

Michael pulled himself out of the carriage and smiled awkwardly:

"Okay, okay...please follow me."

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"No...no, no, I'm old, and I can't handle the exciting activities of you young people."

Roiger smiled and declined the other city officials' invitation to him to enjoy the nightlife together, and everyone was used to it.

Niu He's eyes hesitated and turned for a long time between Roiger's white beard and the neon lights on the wall. He couldn't stand this temptation. Besides, Roiger was indeed old and had enough qualifications. He had the qualifications to decline others, but Niu He didn't.

So, Roiger was the only city official left in the corridor of the city hall.

His staff came forward with a coat in his hand, put it on him, and asked softly:

"Master, it's getting late, do you need to rest early?"

"No...no, wait a moment."

Roiger took out his mobile phone, stared at the message that popped up on the screen, and was silent for a moment. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and his white beard swayed.

A few minutes later, hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and a man dressed as a staff came over.

His formal clothes had long been soaked by the rain, sticking tightly to him, making his figure look even thinner and weaker.

Seeing Roiger standing in the corridor, staring at him, the staff was directly startled, and quickly stood up and saluted the other party.

Lloyd waved his hand, signaling him not to be polite, and then took out a white glove from his pocket, put it on, and asked casually:

"You are the staff member next to Michael...what's your name...?"

"Master Lloyd, my name is Levi."

"Oh...where is your master? Why didn't he come back?"

Levi frowned, he had a bad premonition-why did Lloyd seem to be waiting for him?

He shook his head and warned himself not to think too much. After all, the only person in their team who might leak the news had been killed by the First Herrscher, and there was no reason for Lloyd to know those things.

"That...the master asked me to come back and tell you that the two special envoys asked him to play games with them, and I'm afraid they won't be back tonight."

"Oh, oh, so that's it."

Lloyd nodded indifferently. He had put on his gloves and was staring at his palm silently.

"Anything else?"

"Uh, should I go and notify the other city councilors directly, or would you mind passing it on?"

"No need for either."

Roiger shook his head, unbuttoned his tuxedo elegantly, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at Levi's forehead in front of his astonished eyes:

"Lying is not a good habit, kid."